Whispers of the Cosmos

The stars align, their grim shadows dance
An astral waltz upon the canvas of night.
Enigmas etched in silent wavelengths,
Melodies of galaxies unspun, unsung.

In the distant echo, a hollow percussive beat,
Resonating through ether, cold and complete.
Engraved destinies upon comet trails,
A symphony of solitude, beyond the pale.

Listen, listen, to the cosmic dirge,
The unuttered tale of stars that converge.
For every note, a galaxy dies,
In spectral harmony, the universe lies.

Follow the whispered glow